What’s The Perfect Relationship?

Loved this video share from Joseph ‘The Spirit Keeper’ So I had to share..
Keep giving Hugs, and LOVE yourselves so you can love others.

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Seeing the whisper

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Symbols and Symbiosis

Lots of things are happening within our world right now, if we care to take the time to dig deeper beneath the surface and see the ‘Signs’ presenting themselves again and again. We will start to connect the dots..

Yet we merrily go about our daily lives blinkered to reality.
I wrote this poem some four years ago. And was looking to post something that would make each look upon certain ‘Signs’ we are being shown, and sit up and take notice of what is happening as our Earth Mother begins to awaken us out of our slumber.
Then look at other signs that have long ago been foretold..

Many of my loyal regular followers will perhaps remember this poem as you revisit the words..
But since writing this I have had many new subscribers. I hope you find and follow some of the links within the poem and begin to discover more symbols and Symbiosis in your lives..

(I Know I have still to moderate some of my comments and hope to have more time to do so tomorrow.. )

And remember.. Life is precious, make the most of each and every moment in Love , Harmony, and Peace..

Blessings to you all..
Sue

Dreamwalker's Sanctuary

Have you ever wondered about the Symbols we share?

The Language you’re speaking– Do you care?

Have you thought about the Words and the sounds they make?

Do you digest them and absorb- to intake?

Have you ever delved into the History Books ?

Studied Latin or Greek, or been given funny looks

As you compare how words have formed we use today

Did you wonder how hieroglyphs spoke and had their say

The Calendar of Mayan, such marvel of Signs

Which spanned many centuries, how geniusly  designed

The First Nations, the Indians with paintings on the rocks

Symbols of the road we travel with forks and zig-zag blocks

I’m sure you’ve seen the spirals from Pagan times and Celts

And the Flower of Life in Egypt along with Orion’s Belt

Celtic Cross Bakewell Church

Did you ponder now in modern times of symbols that we see

As we delve into the Past…

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Letting Go of Emotional Baggage

How long do we hang onto Emotions, that hold us in the past? 

 If you are going through an emotional trauma this is teaching us how to let go of the emotions we hold onto in the past while honouring the emotion, but not hanging onto it..  

So many of us fall victim to our emotions, I did. For many years I felt unworthy, but once you begin to see how Emotions rule our present, because we are holding onto emotions held in the past.

When we begin to see life from a different perspective, and change our Programming, amazing strides forward into Health and Wellness can be made..  

 

This video is self-explanatory… 

ENJOY

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Another Month has flown.

Hello to all of my wonderful followers,
I know I have been a bit hit and miss with all of you lately, I will have a Dreamwalker’s Update for you soon, In the mean time you can see what I have been up to in our allotments as I share the plot with you all,
Take care all of you. ❤

Dreamwalker's Garden

Dear followers,

Another month has already flown, and its been one of the driest here in England for a long while. We had a water hose-pipe ban in place, as some reservoirs began to dry up,  We had a weekend of none stop much welcome rain this weekend  accompanied by some strong  wind gusts. The rain gave hubby a much deserved rest from carrying watering cans of water two and fro to water our crops in the allotment. He had to go tie up the sweetcorn and my Dahlias have taken a bit of a battering.  But I forgot to take my camera with me to take photos. 

One good thing about the dry spell, the weeds have not been growing as prolific as usual. So that has saved my back a little. 🙂 

While hubby has been doing two hours of watering early every morning I have been picking…

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Let Love Be Our Speak! Every Day.

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Imagine a world of tomorrows with abundance of Peace

Look beyond where all Fear will cease

Think with your hearts and let’s dare to Dream

And collect the ingredients, Can you picture the scene?

~~~

Let’s be optimistic, inspiring with flare

Imagine Harmonious, Compassionate Care

As together we Join let Love be your Theme

And envisage a tomorrow where All dare to Dream

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Lets Dream of Unity, a world free of war

A place where no one suffers anymore

Imagine the ingredients if we had to bake

What sort of a world would you wish to make

~~~

Have you got the ingredients as love you spread out?

Did you let go of prejudice and stop all your shout

Did you let go of Anger and Bitterness bite

Are you speaking your truth and sharing your Light?

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What sort of Future do you wish to live?

Are you willing to share are your willing to give?

If we don’t dare Dream, then what will we then reap?

We create our tomorrows

Let Love

Be

Our Speak

© Sue Dreamwalker 2013- 2018.

 

Happy Valentines  Day. 

One Word

I have been absent as you know busy creating, and while I put together my own post.. I first want to share one which I found reposted on a friends blog.
I hope this story touches you, as it did me.

So please go and let Andrew, the author of this story
know your thoughts upon his blog. It was too good a story not to share..

As comments will be closed here.

See you all soon..
Much Love,
Sue xx ❤

Andrew Joyce

I’ve been angry all my life. Everyone was always out to take from me. I’ve never had any friends. Even when I was in high school, the other kids would go out to lunch together while I sat by myself, just off the school grounds, and felt the loneliness that had become my life.

On Saturdays nights, the other kids would go out on dates or pile into a car for a night of adventure. I would hitchhike to the main drag, plant myself on a bus bench, and watch the world go by, wishing I was a part of it.

Things didn’t get much better after I became an adult. I existed in the world, but was not a part of it. I had no use for anybody. My loneliness had long ago morphed into hatred. Hatred for the whole damn human race.

Then one day, I saw a…

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I Believe in Father Christmas!

 

They said there’ll be snow at Christmas
They said there’ll be peace on Earth
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the Virgin birth
I remember one Christmas morning
A winters light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell and that Christmas tree smell
And their eyes full of tinsel and fire

They sold me a dream of Christmas
They sold me a Silent Night
They told me a fairy story
‘Till I believed in the Israelite
And I believed in Father Christmas
And I looked to the sky with excited eyes
‘Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise

I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave New Year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there’ll be snow at Christmas
They said there’ll be peace on Earth
Hallelujah, Noel, be it Heaven or Hell
The Christmas we get we deserve

Lyrics By Greg Lake to the Song

I Believe In Father Christmas. 

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T’was the night before Wordpress (Parody) Different than the acrostic

My Dear WordPress Friends,

I just had to share this amazing poem about WordPress from a dear blogging friend Joseph over at https://seeingthewhisper.wordpress.com It so epitomises what our WordPress Community is about.

Thank you, All of you, who have contributed to Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary and my Dreamwalker’s Garden blogs during the year. I appreciate each and every one of you.

There are to be a couple of posts in my Schedule list up too and over Christmas and I may have time here and there to pop in to read what you have been up to.

But in the meantime, it is time to have a break.

Have a Wonderful Christmas, and a Very Happy Healthy, Peaceful 2018.
Love and Blessings
Sue ❤

Seeing the whisper

This is a poem I wrote two years ago and will appear every year at Christmas time.  Enjoy!

T’was the night before Wordpress

Twas the night before Christmas, and in and around Wordpress.

All writers were writing without brain power to access.

Papers were crumpled to the floor without care.

In hopes that a masterpiece would be an ace in the pocket to share.

We were all snuggled with letters in our beds.

While visions of blogging danced in our pretty little heads.

And comments uttered, puts a feather in our cap.

And we may even try our luck writing a little bit of rap.

In the computer arose such a clatter.

I thought it was dead and my Christmas poem would not even matter.

Away to the computer I flew like a flash.

In hopes that it had not become a piece of trash.

As a writer within I need to grow.

The ink in my mind does need to flow.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear.

A working computer that allayed my fear.

To the old pen so lively and so quick.

With an eager pen that give words a kick.

Fast and furious my racing thoughts came

I whistled and wrote and hoped for some fame.

Now letters, now sentences, now paragraph and a story

Come on articles, come on sagas, give me some publishing glory.

Writer’s block that before the hurricane fly.

Letters come tumbling in our writer’s blood we can’t deny.

Off of our chairs we all flew.

Started writing again without a clue.

And then in a twinkling I heard in my head,

The formulation of a poem that has not fled.

Computer screens and keyboards galore.

Typing crazily wanting some more.

I was dressed all in fur, from head to my foot.

And my clothes were all dirty with ashes and soot.

A bundle of leaky pens sat on my desk.

This blue ink glob of a monster looked grotesque.

My eyes twinkled, some and my libations were merry.

I drank so much alcohol that my nose was red like a cherry.

Drinking and writing are the best of friends.

These endless of stories that never end.

A mistletoe hangs but there is nobody to kiss.

I will write myself some exciting and delicious bliss.

The stub of a cigar I hold tight in my teeth.

And the smoke it encircled my head like a wreath.

I rambled my blogging underneath my breath.

I will write I said right up until my death.

I wrote myself in a story as a right jolly old elf.

I looked into the mirror and laughed at myself.

Words have the power with a twist in my head.

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work.

Ideas were flying and I gave myself a smirk.

And laying my finger to the side of my nose.

And giving a nod I wrote on many pages some prose.

I grabbed my books and put them in a sleigh.

To be published at Amazon, Smashboard and others along the way.

But I did exclaim, as I am driving out of sight.

Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.

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Each of us, carries within us the capacity to change the world in small ways for better or worse. Everything we do and think affects the people in our lives, and their reactions in turn affect others As the effect of a seemingly insignificant word passes from person to person, its impact grows and can become a source of great joy, inspiration, anxiety, or pain. Your thoughts and actions are like stones dropped into still waters, causing ripples to spread and expand as they move outward.. I hope that I can send a few ripples out via the web of life, as we each of us weave the threads together... Welcome to my Sanctuary of Peace and Love... May we each spread our Lights around our World....Sue Dreamwalker

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